This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
human variant so + 1 to wisdom and constitution
feat: observant: + 1 to wisdom
Anduin - Druid circle of the land : Underdark
Anduin was born to a farming family, loved being outside, helping out in the field; he always felt a connection to the nature around him and would often being found talking to the pumpkins. When he was 12 he was on a trip with his father coming back from run to town selling their produce and buying trade items. They had to camp one night. That was the night he was abducted by bugbears and goblins. He spent the next 10 years captive underground. Being put to work, sleeping in a cage with a mud floor. Each day he was forced into manual labor, but each day he found something to talk too: Moss, fungus, every once in a while a flower. He believes someone looked down upon him and his devotion to the world around him. One night when everyone was sleeping some vines appeared and broke his cage. He escaped that night. He went back home to find his home had been abandoned. Not knowing where his family is. He set off into the world. He harvested some left over seedlings from the farm, and has two goals around his neck. One is the dirt from his childhood farm, another is filled with the mud he slept on for 10 years. He keeps these as a reminder of his new mission in the world.
Thought I'd try a bit of an ad-lib character creation. Gonna roll stats in order and see what I can come up with. (Just so you know, I'm already running/playing a bunch of games, so feel free to give my slot up for someone else)
Grunda Goliath Fighter 4 [Battlemaster] - Talaveroth (2) Renn Githyanki Fighter 9 [Eldritch Knight]/Wizard 2 [War Magic]/Cleric 1 [War]- Six Faces of Death Glory Tiefling Warlock 4 [Hexblade] - Durath DM | Dragon of Icespire Peak | Hoard of the Dragon Queen | Death House
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Ability Scores: 8412181412
Shaz Mazoo - Gnome Warlock
Shaz spent years studying to be a wizard but could barely get a handle on most cantrips. Fed up with all his hard work gone to waste he made contact with Asmodeus (or whoever) and made a deal to owe something to the fiend in exchange for magical abilities. He still claims to get all his abilities from hard work and being in harmony with the Arcane.
STR 17 , DEX 15 , CON 13 , INT 8 , WIS 13 , CHA 8 (point buy)
Orak was taken from his family and trained to use his strength to fight for a local king. From the moment he escaped he looked for proper training from a temple, so that he would never belong to anyone ever again, and that he could one day be free.
Porter was born to a brewmaster Samuel in a small town on the Sword Coast. He had an affinity to animals and the forest at a young age. When he was 11 years old, he spent a week taking care of a group of wolf pups until their mother came for them. He became the caretaker of a nearby grove for much of his adolescence and grew into his druidic abilities. One day, the grove was destroyed by brigands in black and yellow armor with a dragon on the front, which his father described as the Zhentarim. At the suggestion of his father, Porter ventured out into the world to confront the group. Porter's other love is beer and while he is not fond of large cities, he will take the time to enjoy delicious ales and will seek out recipes.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Rasen Dunel, Half-elf Warlock (hexblade) ready to join up.
He was a regular guard in the Count's service, but he fell in love with the Count's daughter, and she with him. Unfortunately the stepmother was a demon cultist and wanted the daughter to sacrifice to her patron and receive powers. He tried to save her, striking a deal with an unknown ( at least to him) entity but it was too late. He was able to kill the witch, but had to flee the country and left his life behind.
That night, that had started nicely, with him beign able to enter the private chambers of the count’s daughter, a particullary pretty young girl named Rashia, daughter of the Count’s first wife, that was meant to marry some noble from the capital by his father, but she had another plans, for she was in love with Rasen. And Rasen was in love with her.
They had met half year ago when he had entered into his father’s service as a guard. But that night, has they searched the other between the silks of her bed was the last night he had been free. If only he had been more pereceptive of the clues that were there. The looks of the Countess, the third wife of the Count, to her. The savvory individuals that the Countess made deals when she was in the market and he was acting as a bodyguard... the runes that where embroidered at the Countess robes... if only he had gotten eyes for more that Rashia, he could had noticed something.
When they were finally naked,suddenly the door of the chamber exploded in thousands of splinters.They both screamed and standing there, the Countess, with two demonic creatures at her side.
- Thank our Lord it’s not too late - she said. - Grab him too and bring them both to me - Rasen tried to fight, but to no avail. One of the creatures punched him in the head and the next thing he knew was that he was chained to a wall, still naked, in a subterranean chamber.
In front of him there was an altar, and chained to that altar was Rashia. Over her was the Countess with a black dagger over Rashia’s chest. He was in one lateral of the chamber, and Raisha’s head kind of fell over the altar, so she could see him, looking upside down, and he could see her eyes, begging him to help her. In front of the Countess, giving a dim greenish light to the entire room, were an open portal, swirling tendrils of arcane energy going to another place.
- No.. No... - he struggle against the chains, one of the demons that were at the Countess side looked at him and mocked him. - Let me save her please...-
Suddenly a low, rasping voice in the back of his head talked to him.
- What would you give to save her... - He didn’t think about it.
- Anything... anything.. just help me.. give the strength... -
- Anything.. interesting...-
- Please please, free me... let me help her... - he begged to the voice in his head as the black dagger began to descend.
- Would you serve me? Forever? -
The dagger was half way -
Yes Yes!! -
The black metal started to cut her soft and delicate flesh, the red blood began to pour out of it, her eyes were fixed on his. He felt he was about to rip his own arms off.
- Deal -
The dagger finished its way and the hilt touched the chest. The chains were opened, and somehow,his sword was in his hand. He jumped, and he stabbed the Countess’s heart screaming and crying. He didn’t remember quite well what happened next. He only remember that he was able to kill the two creatures and the damn witch,the weird portal closed when he threw the witch head inot it, and now he was nourishing Raisha in her last breaths.
“You’ve saved me... “ she said with a faint smile “ You saved me... “ she said exhaling her last breath. After that he hadn’t too much options. The Count had been murdered by his third wife and the only one to blame would be him. He left his city and his country and fled in the night, carrying Raisha’s neckclake, something to remember her.
fired from his last troupe because well jelousy i would say, the others were jealous because i was the center of attention (especially from the fairer people in the audience). On his own now looking to make an even bigger name for himself or at least a story or two